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The night is beautiful in the courtyard of the Temple of the Kyber. Summer on Jedha isn't exactly a tropical paradise, but the air is crisp instead of bone-chilling, which is an improvement. Braziers burn in the courtyard, the scent of burning herbs perfuming the air.

Chirrut Imwe sits meditating on one of the benches usually meant for temple visitors during daylight hours. It seemed much more pleasant to do so out here after his evening chores, than to stay inside where he'll be cooped all winter anyway.

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Baze lightly taps Chirrut's shoulder as he passes, settling down on the ground in front of the bench. He doesn't feel the need to alert Chirrut that it's him, thinking that his friend knows him well enough by now that Chirrut can tell. Baze takes in the evening with a relaxed posture and a easy gaze.

Eventually, he presses an earthenware cup of warm tea into Chirrut's hand.